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I used to work at
bucks an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
"I'mma make it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of who square up and knock a tooth loose
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the I'm planning to vacate with
Pops put on just in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, rock
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I'm with the
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, we go, there we go

Just copped new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you know my name
You don't want to get
You know I be on overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was underground where he came and he pop out a hole
the top back on the flat black aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and got the nerve to call it vandalism
hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a better until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the
I pop a top, I my Glock
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
writing my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if you're talking
See, we it aerosol art when we splatter the city
I got five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the
TIOS's even get that
Fat tips and books, yo, we rep that
street bench is where we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can that
Where them at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make noise

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the following the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)